I’ve been at the er since I left work. So essentially 5 hours-they have a “great” new system to help streamline the process. Ultimately, I was admitted. I fought not to be but that didn’t work. I haven’t been away from the kids in so long, I knew I wouldn’t sleep good.
So here I am at 2:00 in the morning missing my bed, scared about what’s next, scared knowing that this most likely won’t be my last hospitalization. I’m thankful I was able to advocate for myself so I’m not laying in the hallway. Thankful for the doctors and nurses who have been so kind and understanding of my fears.
So here’s what I’ve realized….There is no better advocate than yourself. You as a person knows what’s best for you And your treatment! Be kind to the nurses and doctors a please and thank you goes a long way.
I am not meant to not eat. I get hangry, I get a headache. I need regular meals. I didn’t eat dinner last night until 9:30 and didn’t eat again until 2:45.
I find it hard to sleep with beeping and people checking on me. The blood pressure cuff every hours, the oxygen on my finger. I need comfort. Or at least not to be hooked up to things.
Ives in the bend of the arm freak me out. I have absolutely no idea why. But I tend to think I need to keep my arm straight out.
I miss my boys so much! I’ll admit it Bryan, I even miss Roxie.
I’m excited for the rain tomorrow. It’s a good day to watch tv, read books and play video games with the boys. Maybe we will run out and grab donuts. Maybe we won’t get out of our Jammie’s all day.
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